turned back toward Daniel.
“I’m willing to consider counseling. I’m willing to hear what you have to say. But I’m not promising that we will stay married.”
He nodded, although the disappointment on his face was obvious.
“I understand.”
“And there is one more thing.”
“What?”
“You need to stop treating my forgiveness as the goal. The goal is becoming someone I can trust again.”
He looked down at his hands.
For once, he didn’t try to negotiate.
“All right,” he said.
We finished our coffee and left separately.
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